As I say my prayers to sleep
I think of all the samplers we keep
I think of all the history within
Each motif and how they blend.
Unto our life in some small way
Just as it did in vintage days
Our needles and threads have a rhythm all their own
Like a fingerprint that defines our very soul
Our hearts and lives feel complete
when needle and thread meet.
It's one part of our life we have control
Because we choose what we might hold
in our needles and threads, stitching in and out
of special linens we couldn't do without
So, as you hold your needle and thread
remember that you are special indeed
for what you stitch reflects your heart
and what your heart reflects is thee
written by Jennifer, counting sheep...........nite.....
love the poem! pj
ReplyDeleteJennifer, you made stitching, jewelry, cooking and now poems . You're a perfect woman!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love it!!! Pilar said it! You ARE very talented!
ReplyDeleteJennifer, what a lovely poem; I am so glad that your heart is mending and smiling again:)
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Thanks so much for the compliments....I'm so far from perfect but this just came to mind before I went to bed.
ReplyDeleteThis morning woke at 4am so I've been reading since then......will be a long day.